All used to wish you fun,
A heart, my gold!
Hangover to hangover,
Of spaciousness to new spaciousness -
carefree habitation!
But low Earth cell,
Pale gold your!
In the hour of fun racket
Suddenly namashet passionate pain,
Black raven's wing!
All you I razmuchen,
Podkolodnaya dragon!
Synechernoyu oblique
Mila another opletaya,
You are mine and not mine!
You are with me and not with me -
Rveshsya to distant lands!
Opletesh me plait
And hear, breathless,
Dead crows shout!
7 December 1908
